nantoka.
September 19, 2010 | 10:19 PM
velda you need to breathe in and don't let the stress get to you.
何とかなります。
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*EDIT saw this in a paper im reading for Francesco's class and thought it really poignant. it's half a poem by Italian poet Ignazio Buttitta in Sicilian;
Lingua e Dialettu (Language and Dialect)
You may clap a people in irons
strip it bare, gag it:
it will still be free.
You may take away its work, its passport
the bed where it sleeps, the table where it eats:
it will still be rich.
A people, becomes poor and enslaved
when they rob it of the language passed down by its fathers,
and it is lost forever.
It becomes poor and enslaved
when words no longer give birth to words
and they eat each other out of house and home.
I realise it now, as I tune the guitar of my 'dialect'
which each day loses another string.(Translated into English by Roger Griffin)
なんか凄いだね。
velda.
